Empty. Why is my classroom so bloody empty? Come to think of it so are my chambers, my children's playroom. But worse ... so much worse ... my lab. All gone. Vaporised by a mightier hand than that of the good wizarding folk.
My research.
My favourite jar of formaldehyde with its preserved occupant.
The exotic plants in the third greenhouse on the row ... *ahem*
I guess that I've wondered about such things, in the small hours when he's asleep and our children are snuffling comfortably in their cots. Are we real? Do we exist before we are born and that all that comes after is just an illusion? Is reality dreams? Are my dreams solid enough to be a reality where I can co-exist with fellow dreamers?
Bugger. I can theorise until the dragons come home to roost but it doesn't explain the swirling nothingness when I open doors. Powers have been awoken once more. He's back, feeding on the energies of our determined little community. Sucking it dry like a vampire to fuel his growth and return to power.
Voldermort has come out of hiding, reborn and renamed.
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Date: 2005-06-24 01:29 pm (UTC)My research.
My favourite jar of formaldehyde with its preserved occupant.
The exotic plants in the third greenhouse on the row ... *ahem*
I guess that I've wondered about such things, in the small hours when he's asleep and our children are snuffling comfortably in their cots. Are we real? Do we exist before we are born and that all that comes after is just an illusion? Is reality dreams? Are my dreams solid enough to be a reality where I can co-exist with fellow dreamers?
Bugger. I can theorise until the dragons come home to roost but it doesn't explain the swirling nothingness when I open doors. Powers have been awoken once more. He's back, feeding on the energies of our determined little community. Sucking it dry like a vampire to fuel his growth and return to power.
Voldermort has come out of hiding, reborn and renamed.
Beware the Dark Lord E.Z.Board!